Chapter 121: Angel of Absolute Death (II)

Perhaps sensing his interest, a new window suddenly appeared before his eyes.

For the first time, the Golden Brush’s ability to examine status information revealed a detailed description of one of Aella’s talents.

[Death-Fed Colossus — A talent unique to the Angel of Absolute Death. For every death that happens around the talent holder, both of their primary attributes rise by some amount.]

Jackson carefully read the description.

A faint look of understanding appeared on his face.

So that was how it worked.

This could explain why Aella’s attributes had increased despite her unconscious state. Her talent appeared to grant her strength whenever someone died in her surroundings.

But then, another thought suddenly crossed his mind.

The explosions.

The scene of more than fifty Bloodfang Gang members being blown apart resurfaced in his thoughts. The deafening detonations, the countless bodies torn apart, and the Second Sequence Awakened caught in the blast…

All of it had happened while Aella was nearby.

Without lifting a finger, she had benefited from the deaths of those people.

Jackson’s expression grew complicated.

If the talent truly functioned as described, its potential was terrifying. As long as people continued dying around her, her attributes would keep increasing. In a battlefield filled with casualties, she could grow stronger at an astonishing rate.

Wasn’t that simply absurd?

Yet, instead of feeling happy about his sister possessing such an extraordinary talent, Jackson felt an uncomfortable heaviness settle in his chest.

He couldn’t shake the uneasiness.

A talent that fed on death, an entity called the Angel of Absolute Death, and the mysterious corruption that had once consumed Aella’s arms…

These things were clearly connected.

And he had no idea what kind of future awaited his sister.

Lost in his thoughts, Jackson barely noticed the passing scenery. By the time he finally looked up, he had already arrived back at the Golden District.

His home came into view.

Outside the property, dozens of workers were moving back and forth, carrying construction materials, replacing damaged sections of the walls, and clearing away the debris left behind by the battle. The once-neat surroundings were still a mess, but the repair work was progressing steadily.

Amid the busy workers, Jackson soon spotted a familiar figure.

Snow Farcry was standing near the entrance, supervising the reconstruction. Her white hair fluttered gently in the breeze as she gave instructions to the workers, making sure the damaged areas were properly repaired.

Beside her stood Mother Rose.

Unlike Snow, Rose wasn’t paying attention to the workers. Her gaze remained fixed on the distance, and her expression was vacant, as though her mind were occupied by something far more important.

Just looking at her face made Jackson’s heart ache.

She was probably still worried about her children.

After everything that had happened, she had no way of knowing whether Jackson had managed to find Aella or whether both of them would ever return safely.

“Mom!”

Jackson couldn’t help calling out.

There was no reason to let her continue worrying now that both her children were back.

His voice wasn’t particularly loud. With the constant movement of workers, the clattering of construction materials, and the noise of ongoing repairs, it should have been drowned out by the surrounding commotion.

Yet Rose’s head suddenly turned toward him.

The moment her eyes landed on Jackson, her previously lifeless expression changed. Her face lit up, and the worry that had weighed heavily on her features gave way to overwhelming relief.

But that expression lasted only a moment.

Her gaze shifted downward.

She noticed the little girl resting in Jackson’s arms.

The color immediately drained from her face.

Before she could even take a step, Jackson realized what she was thinking.

“Mom, she’s just unconscious!”

He quickly raised his voice, making sure his mother heard him.

But Rose was already rushing toward them.

She reached Jackson in a few hurried steps and immediately gathered Aella’s small body into her arms. Holding her daughter tightly against her chest, she lowered her face toward the little girl’s pale cheeks.

“Oh, my little girl…”

Her voice trembled.

Tears began rolling down her cheeks as she gently stroked Aella’s hair, as though trying to reassure herself that her daughter was truly there.

“How could anyone even think of hurting such a kind soul?”

Rose’s shoulders shook as she held Aella closer.

Then, as if all the fear and helplessness she had endured finally overwhelmed her, she began blaming herself.

“It’s all Mom’s fault…”

Her voice broke.

“If only I had awakened earlier… If only I had been stronger, I could have protected you. I could have saved you, little Aella…”

Looking at his mother’s tearful expression, Jackson felt a knot tighten in his chest.

He had spent the entire journey worrying about the enemies behind the attack, the mysterious Angel of Absolute Death, and the terrifying forces associated with Bigwig Corporation. But seeing Rose hold Aella in her arms brought all those thoughts to a halt.

For now, the two people closest to him were safe.

That was what mattered.

Jackson quietly let out a breath and pushed the countless worries crowding his mind to the back.

He would figure everything out eventually.

The mysterious talent, the corruption, the Angel of Absolute Death, and the people from Bigwig Corporation…

None of those problems needed to be solved this very moment.

For now, he simply wanted his family to be together.

It took nearly an hour before Rose finally calmed down.

Even then, she refused to let Jackson leave her sight. She asked him one question after another, carefully examining his arms, shoulders, and face for any sign of injury. Every time he assured her that he was fine, she would find another reason to check.

Only after asking more than a dozen questions and satisfying herself that he hadn’t suffered any serious injuries did she finally agree to head inside.

Jackson couldn’t help but smile faintly.

His mother hadn’t changed at all.

Once Rose had settled down, Jackson finally found some time to speak with Snow Farcry.

He wanted to know exactly what had happened after he left and how the situation at home had been handled.

Snow answered his questions promptly, explaining that the damage to the property had been caused by the battle and that the security arrangements had been completely inadequate. The workers currently repairing the house had been hired to restore everything to its previous condition.

Jackson listened carefully, asking a few additional questions before eventually realizing that there wasn’t much more to gain from the conversation.

The damage had already been done.

What mattered now was preventing something similar from happening again.

After a brief exchange, he left Snow and returned to the room where Rose and Aella were resting.

Perhaps exhausted by everything she had experienced, Rose had already fallen asleep beside her daughter. Her face looked considerably more peaceful now, and one of her hands remained gently placed over Aella’s.

Jackson stood there for a moment before quietly finding a seat nearby.

He leaned back, allowing the silence to settle around him.

Only now, with both his mother and sister safely beside him, did he finally have the chance to think about what had happened.

One thing was certain.

He needed to get his family out of here.

Although the Golden District was undoubtedly one of the safest places within Sector Sixty-Seven, it was no longer safe enough for them. Someone had already managed to breach their security, attack the house, and kidnap Aella. Worse, the people behind the incident were connected to Bigwig Corporation, a force whose influence extended far beyond what he could currently handle.

Remaining here would only expose his family to further danger.

But that brought him to another problem.

Where could he take them?

Jackson’s gaze drifted toward Rose and Aella, his expression growing thoughtful.

He needed somewhere secure enough to protect them, somewhere even the major forces of Sector Sixty-Seven would hesitate to approach.

And finding such a place wouldn’t be easy.